I did a bad thing. A terrible, horrible thing. I was trying to be funny, but like Kevin Hart and his gay son joke, it seemed like a…
It is with sadness that I inform you The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show Holiday Special has been cancelled. I know, I am gutted too. This one hour of…
Dear Mirror, I recognize you are only doing your job, but maybe we should reevaluate your job description. You were purchased to help with the random eyebrow hairs,…
Our daughter is a committed student. She competes well in dance. She survived her first high school party without drinking. She has made excellent decisions in friends so…
The exciting part about turning 50 is that I get to experience the joy of getting older called menopause, or more accurately, perimenopause. And by joy I mean,…
Dear Father of a Teenage Daughter, You love your kids and would do anything for them. That should be enough, right? Wrong! You don’t fucking know what you…
I made it. The end of a year in which I learned to forgive myself, invest in myself, be okay with whatever came up (or fell down) and…
I believe in the presence of souls and spirits. Maybe that makes me spiritual, perhaps it makes me a whack job. Regardless, I’m sticking to my theory and here’s why. On a girl’s weekend years ago, my friend had organized a reading with a medium for each of us. I head into new experiences with
I had the opportunity to revisit my travel bucket list. I have been bugging the family to consider South America for a family vacation and haven’t yet won that battle. Then my husband had to travel to Santiago, Chile for work and the kids’ were busy at school. I got on the plane for a
I have wanted a tattoo for as long as I can remember. I’ve also known that I wouldn’t get one until I was 100% sure that I would not regret it, or regret it if you love misspelled tattoos as much as I do. I figured 50 is the age I can finally be allowed